Seventy dollar brunch and other thoughts about Sundays

Yep. Sundays are definitely still my favorite. Last Sunday I got taken out for seventy dollar brunch and then I got one of the last iPhones on the island of Manhattan. This Sunday was even better!

I woke up and went running in the park (did I mention I live a block away from Prospect Park and pay $900 a month? Can I mention that again?), and as I came around past the lake I noticed a very large tent set up at Wollman Skating Rink. A stripey tent. A...circus tent! A circus has set up shop at Wollman Skating Rink! A freakin' circus! Like a quarter mile away from where I live! Cool! Later I talked to my neighbor, Marlon (yes, the one with the three screaming kids), and he said he took his three screaming kids last week and that it was a good show. I want to go now! Maybe I can use it as an excuse to get PDF to come to Brooklyn (ha).

After a quick shower I sauntered into K-Dog for my usual weekend morning ritual, only today was extra special, because it was nice enough outside that I got my coffee iced. It sho'nuff ain't New Orleans style chicory coffee, but it was still delicious! Instead of hanging out and munching on my pumpernickel bagel indoors I took it to go and hopped on the good old Q to make sure I got to Astor Place in time for dance class.

And belly dancing today was awesome! For the first time since I started studying with Mimi I felt confident enough with my cues and repertoire that I was okay leading a trio. I even felt like I was one of the better leaders in class today, which was really cool. And then...and then...! After class I talked to Mimi about taping some of Manhattan Tribal's upcoming shows. My whole master plan is to use the footage to create some YouTube promo videos for MT (good for Mimi) and also to begin a demo reel (good for me). I also plan on talking to my friend Z about doing something similar at Night of 1000 Goddesses.

AND! (This day just keeps getting better and better!)

As I bounded down the stairs at 141 Studios and out into sunshiny Astor Place, I got a text message from 2.0 and Mrs. 2.0 requesting my presence at a bar. Apparently, mimosas and bloody marys were being drunk very cheaply on the Lower East Side and they felt New Orleans ought to be represented for the occasion. As you can see above, I memorialized our beverages for posterity while demonstrating the cool gadgetry of my phone. I also learned that 2.0 is a closet nerd. Big nerd. He plays Dungeons and Dragons! Ahhahaha! When I told him how I used to be nerdy too he stopped blushing and invited me to play in the next game. Aww! I'll probably pass, but it's sweet.

I rode the F train part of the way back toward Queens and then with a wave to 2.0 and a kiss on the cheek for Mrs. I was off to the Home Depot on 23rd st. Why? Because I needed a big giant piece of sheet metal, of course. There will be more on the sheet metal later, so don't worry about the why for now.

Once I had my sheet metal I decided it would be better to just walk to 14th st. rather than wait for the N/R/W and then wait for the Q all over again. Sunday schedules suck. So I strolled down Broadway for nine blocks, which wasn't so bad. Then I got a phone call. I didn't recognize the number, and that usually means either a wrong number or something interesting might happen, so I really wanted to answer it. Maneuvering wasn't very easy and I had to wrestle a little, but I managed to get out of the Union Square sidewalk traffic to pick up. Lo and behold, it was the Producer! That dirty rat, tricking me with more than one phone number! So there I stood in the middle of crowded Union Square on the phone like it was so normal to carry a giant piece of sheet metal under my arm like a purse.

It must have looked very very strange to PDF's boyfriend from across the street.

After I hung up with the Producer (sorry, Charlie, I have a date with some metal shears tonight) I descended the subway stairs, somehow managed to schlep the thing onto the Q and then up the stairs at Prospect Park. Thank goodness they repaired my building's elevator! Not a moment later I got the call from PDF. "Were you on 14th street half an hour ago?" "Yes, actually." "What the hell were you doing with that sheet metal!?"

I bet the people in my car on the subway were asking themselves the same thing.

Just as these words might have once exited the lips of Keanu Reeves, they exit mine now: this has been a most triumphant day.